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RE: » Be Our Guests - Amaris - 08-03-2017 amaris dragonborn
She watched as families reunited, watched as familiars recognised each other, embraced, consoled, comforted and otherwise went on their merry business. Perhaps merry wasn't the correct term. It certainly wasn't what Amaris was feeling herself - though she wasn't feeling much of anything these days. It was hard to miss the approach of the horned mare - if @Wessex had been unusual before, she was plain noteworthy now. As the crowd shifted to let her through, the dragonmare offered a small smile in greeting as she realised the dino-mare was making her way towards her. The smile held no real happiness aside from slight relief in seeing a friend from Helovia, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Wessex," she purred in response, nodding her scaled skull, arching an eyebrow in question at the change in the horned mare's appearance. "Everything is as O.K. as can be expected given the circumstances," she replied, shrugging her great winged shoulders noncommittally. It was not the time to divulge all that she had felt and thought since the moment she had learned Helovia was doomed. "And you?" she questioned, curiously extending her nose to sniff at the changed crown that adorned Wessex's cranium now. "I hope you have not come into harm's way?" sky above me — earth below me and fire within me RE: » Be Our Guests - Wessex - 08-03-2017 Are any of them truly feeling anything akin to “real happiness?” Wessex surely isn’t, with her rash proving particularly obnoxious and without a real purpose to cling to. Simple women (simple only because she prefers it that way and doesn’t seen the practicality in making a fuss over most things) like her need purposes, whether it’s training or fighting or serving a Deity. They do best with clearly demarcated steps and obstacles to overcome. This random ‘exploration’ shit is great, but she needs a team to join, a group to protect, someone to be ‘muscle’ for. And right now, everyone’s just scattered willy-nilly, and it’s really just another thing that is under her skin. Another itch which cannot be scratched. Her large head dips in agreement with a little look that says she very clearly agrees with the dragon-mare’s assessment of the situation. They’re alive. Not exactly thriving, but that is to be expected. It’s a transition period, and an uncomfortable one at that. Seeing Amaris’s curiosity about her newest accoutrement, the warrior keeps her head lowered to allow for inspection. The blood was long ago washed away by the continuous rain, leaving a very interesting pattern on the skin – but Wessex hasn’t seen it yet, she wouldn’t possibly know what it looks like. Instead she chuckles bitterly, “The Rift seems to be threatened by me. Or appreciates the mutations and thought I’d look prettier with something a little… bigger.” She shrugs. “Either way, it looks like spying is no longer a legitimate career choice.” Her head raises and orange-yellow gaze turns to the crowd as it dissembles. “God, can’t anyone just stay still for a little bit? Trying to find my group is damn near impossible at the moment.” @Amaris RE: » Be Our Guests - Yael - 08-03-2017 Luckily for Yael, it seems that her little outburst goes unnoticed. With a deep breath, the golden former Seer turns and tucks her wings in tightly against her swollen sides, huddling under her cloak as she braces herself against the deluge of rain. She can feel tiny hooves straining against her sides, the tightening of her body as it prepares to give life to the child she’s been protecting. The many-times over mother fights it, attempting to use sheer will power to keep the contractions at bay. How long that will work is unforeseeable, but the tiny mother knows that she must find shelter, and perhaps solitude, if she is to deliver this child stress-free. Stress-free? Ha, that’s a good one. Part of her wants to reach out to someone, to ask them to come with her – but Amaris is with the horned woman, children will be no help, and everyone else is walking away. So Yael is on her own once again, and Adonai, she hopes her child will not fault her for it. Thin, elegant legs take her away from the gathering , breath and mind and muscles clenched in resolution about what is to come. They would be ok. It would all be ok. It has to be. RE: » Be Our Guests - Otem - 08-03-2017
@Iskra @Mauna RE: » Be Our Guests - Iskra - 08-06-2017
A rough, boyish laugh quipped from Iskra as his nephew returned the playful rhyme and fired out his own endearing nip. Iskra thought to lounge a wing affectionately, protectively, across the lad's back. He remembered the sparks which had once been harmless now jolted, and the smell which did much the same, and so he settled for fluffing his wings and repositioning them at his side instead while Mauna eagerly introduced himself to Otem.
Just as Iskra was about to turn his smiling face back to her, she left her own touch on him. Her hoof grazed against his rear cannon. Though it did little more than smart, the abruptness of it and the unexpected retaliation caused Iskra cry out, his body tensing as he prepared to shy away, feathers fluffing up in exaggerated size. Just as quickly he recognized the purpose, and bit down on his cry, forcing it into a garbled cough, wherein he heaved so forcefully his head sunk down and he pulled his hurt limb towards his nose for better inspection. As he lifted back upright and resettled his ears flicked back halfway, and his teal gaze slid to the edge of his view to glance sidelong at Otem. "C'mon Mauna," Iskra proclaimed loudly and suddenly, cutting off whatever conversation he and Otem had started into. "Time to get moving, I'm afraid it can be dangerous around here, so watch your legs! Let's go find your parents." Iskra ushered at the colt with his wings and bulk, trying to physically herd him away from Otem. Her kick had been a warning of displeasure, so Iskra wasn't going to stick around for anymore and he certainly wasn't willing to risk that her mouth might wield greater damage. {Fade to black as Iskra takes Mauna off!} Victory is in my veins
I will not negotiate Iskra @Mauna @Otem RE: » Be Our Guests - Mauna - 08-06-2017 @Iskra @Otem RE: » Be Our Guests - Lena - 08-07-2017
Image Credits RE: » Be Our Guests - Weaver - 08-08-2017 ask no questions She keeps her mouth shut. It’s just sort of the better option for her sometimes. Not that she’s necessarily against Kaos and what he says, but she’s just so damn sick and tired of being played with in someone else’s game. How did she go about getting her own pile of power so the ‘gods’ could stop fucking with her? She wasn’t their toy, wasn’t their pawn or their puppet or their means to an end. She was her own, through and through, and the idea of being shuffled about and supposedly spared when she was never even asked has got her pissed. - weaver - and you'll be told no lies |